Fanfic:Dreaming to Come True

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Dreaming to Come True
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  • Saraid Mahara (player)
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Saraid grinned at her near-sister, Alanna. Standing in the courtyard of the Grey Tower the pair were preparing to Travel to Saldaea, then the Three-Fold Land. After the Waste, Alanna would return to the Grey Tower and Saraid would continue on to Shara by herself for perhaps two weeks. She knew that Alanna did not enjoy being parted from Elan whatever the rewards she got out of these journeys and Saraid could understand that. She herself was loath to leave her Warder, Davarin.

"I'm very excited," Saraid's nose was red in the cold weather, "I've not been to or seen the Three-Fold Land since I was six. I can't wait."

"I know," exclaimed Alanna.

"And in Saldaea, to learn the sa'sara and then on to the Three-Fold Land to become first-sisters" Alanna grinned back at Saraid.

"You know, last night I had the strangest dream. You were in a smaller version of a library in the Three-Fold Land. Except it was bloodlines and clans not stories or history. You found that you were from the White Mountain Sept of the Chareen and that your mother was the daughter of a warrior who was in the Rahien Sorei."

"The Dawn Runners," breathed Saraid.

"I'm not given to Dreaming, but someone called you Saraid Samfira, daughter of Divyd Samfira from Saldaea and of Shamaile, Far Dareis Mai of the White Mountain Sept of the Chareen. Then it read in the book I was reading, that your father's, father's, mother was an Aiel but not a warrior. She ran away to Saldaea were she married a native to Saldaea and had your grandfather."

"Stop it," Saraid shuddered visibly, "I'm getting the quakes! Like someone walked over my grave" she shuddered again and seemed to shake herself mentally, at least Alanna thought from the straightening of her shoulders and the lifting of her chin.

"Well, maybe it'll come true," Alanna suggested, "It'd certainly explain some things anyway. Like Mahara, it's not your real name, but the name of your foster-mother."

Saraid rolled her eyes and embraced the source.

"Well, are you ready?" Alanna nodded and Saraid channelled a gateway into a field near the Aryth Ocean, bordering Saldaea.


Saldaea stood up to its reputation of military prowess, or so Saraid thought. Alanna seemed to agree though, so that gave Saraid confidence.

"See the ocean?" Saraid cried over the wind as they topped a hill.

Alanna rolled her eyes and said in an exasperated tone, "You've taken us nine days walk from Maradon, silly. I'll channel this time."

The Gateway was wide and high enough for Alanna to pass through and she was a little shorter than Saraid who had to stoop. This time, the pair ended up one hundred metres from the gates of Maradon and turning to her near-sister, Alanna smiled smugly. The two Aes Sedai had spent a week in Maradon. Where, not suffering from the ageless look, they learnt the sa'sara from a noblewoman, Tanise, who made them practice over and over. Tanise was a strict teacher and did not let the two women leave until they could perform the sa'sara quite satisfactorily - they had Tanise's husband's word on that.


They Travelled to the edge of the Aiel Waste where they joined a trade caravan. They were separated from the caravan eventually and Saraid, who had dark brown curls from her Saldaean ancestry, could not make the Aiel who found them believe that she was neither Aiel or there on friendly terms. A gift of a book from Alanna's collection that she had brought along, ensured their safety until after a meeting with a Wise One.

"You see, she," Saraid pointed to Alanna, "and I wish to become first-sisters and also to find out my mother's bloodlines. Shamaile, Far Dareis Mai of the White Mountain Sept of the Chareen." The Wise One's face barely moved, but Saraid saw a glimpse of comprehension and something else in her eyes.

"You are Saraid, daughter of Shamaile, Far Dareis Mai of the White Mountain sept of the Chareen and Divyd Samfira of Saldaea. Correct?"

The Wise One waited for confirmation from Saraid before leading the two women into a small room resembling a library. "This is a record of all the members of each society. The Far Dareis Mai starts with the first, Morin and records them in their Septs and Clans," she waved a hand at a shelf of books, "this one and this one," the Wise One pulled out two leather-bound books, "are the Far Dareis Mai of the Chareen. Since your mother is in the White Mountain Sept, you should look in this book."

The second book was re-shelved and the other handed to Saraid. Flicking through the pages to 'S', Saraid ran her finger down the page.

"Ah, Shamaile, Far Dareis Mai of the White Mountain Sept of the Chareen. First-sister of Chayne who was sister-wives with Mikelen. Mother of Saraid Samfira by Divyd Samfira, a wetlander who became a warrior of the Cor Darei. Her daughter disappeared shortly after the battle the Shamaile was killed in, and is presumed dead. Gai'shain twice in her life. Killed in battle," Saraid read out the notes underneath her mother's name, "it's coming true. I've found my mother . . ."

Saraid became speechless.

"And now you know your heritage, child and we know that you are alive, not 'is presumed dead'. The records will be changed" the Wise One's face broke into a broad smile that wrinkled her face, "I'm Mikelen. I am your sister-mother's sister-wife. Sadly, Chayne died three years back and only our husband and I live."

Saraid blinked at Mikelen. This was what the wetlanders would call her aunt? "That makes you my aunt, sort of, in wetlander terms."

Mikelen's smile widened at Saraid's acceptance of her. "I knew your mother well and your father . . . distantly, Saraid Samfira."

"I almost cannot believe my luck," gulped Saraid, close to tears (a result of growing up with Wetlanders).

"You have much luck, Saraid," Mikelen told Saraid, "and this woman next to you is wanting to be your first-sister, is she not?"

"Yes," sniffled Saraid, "and I hers, of course."

"Well, your luck has increased as I should like to sanction your adoption as first-sisters," Mikelen eyed the pair and whispered, "do you have a gift you can give each other?" Saraid nodded and pulled out a small ring that held a small red stone. Alanna handed her first-sister a plain silver ring with three twists in it.

Two weeks had passed since they had left the Grey Tower and Alanna had to return. They hugged each other and Alanna Travelled to the Grey Tower and Saraid to the edge of Shara.